[Rocket's frozen for a second, half in terror and half in nervous anticipation, but he still manages to reach out and put a hand on Dutch's knee, like this will stop her from pushing forward.]
There's a code. Give it a second. I- [wanna see is what doesn't come out, though it surprises him that he even thinks that. There's worse places in Half-World to be, ones that would terrify him more, but this one is hopeful.
It's also terrible in a different way.
Four creatures turn the corner- three small and one large- and from a distance, Rocket can easily see where it might look comical. They're unmistakably animals, three bipedal and one lumbering along behind.
Rocket has no names for those Earth animals. They were always known by the names they were given and the names they gave to themselves and each other. One is an pale tan river otter with a bald spot on her head that had been stapled shut and several horrifying metal protrusions on her body. One is a rabbit that is only recognizable as one by the floppy ears and teeth. The ungainly look of its limbs is almost painful to look at and its eyes are too big, too unnatural to be anything but implants. The large one is a walrus, somehow managing to keep pace with every push of its large body which has several metal parts patched in places from head to tail that would like armor if the skin around them weren't red and irritated.
At the head is a creature recognizable not just by species, but by exact features- a raccoon with brown fur and rust-red eyes and a bald spot on his back that's visible when he climbs up on the head of the walrus to input a code with dexterous little fingers.
The door slides open and they bolt outside just as guards and scientists turn the corner. They ignore the pair against the wall focusing on firing shots off at the retreating creatures, and yelling that they need to be taken alive.]
They got away. For a little while anyway. [Rocket supplies this much for Dutch as he moves away from her and past the guards and scientists that don't pay him any mind, and even knowing that, he keeps his hand solidly on the gun at his back.]
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There's a code. Give it a second. I- [wanna see is what doesn't come out, though it surprises him that he even thinks that. There's worse places in Half-World to be, ones that would terrify him more, but this one is hopeful.
It's also terrible in a different way.
Four creatures turn the corner- three small and one large- and from a distance, Rocket can easily see where it might look comical. They're unmistakably animals, three bipedal and one lumbering along behind.
Rocket has no names for those Earth animals. They were always known by the names they were given and the names they gave to themselves and each other. One is an pale tan river otter with a bald spot on her head that had been stapled shut and several horrifying metal protrusions on her body. One is a rabbit that is only recognizable as one by the floppy ears and teeth. The ungainly look of its limbs is almost painful to look at and its eyes are too big, too unnatural to be anything but implants. The large one is a walrus, somehow managing to keep pace with every push of its large body which has several metal parts patched in places from head to tail that would like armor if the skin around them weren't red and irritated.
At the head is a creature recognizable not just by species, but by exact features- a raccoon with brown fur and rust-red eyes and a bald spot on his back that's visible when he climbs up on the head of the walrus to input a code with dexterous little fingers.
The door slides open and they bolt outside just as guards and scientists turn the corner. They ignore the pair against the wall focusing on firing shots off at the retreating creatures, and yelling that they need to be taken alive.]
They got away. For a little while anyway. [Rocket supplies this much for Dutch as he moves away from her and past the guards and scientists that don't pay him any mind, and even knowing that, he keeps his hand solidly on the gun at his back.]